Whether you see them or not, they may be there. Whether you believe or not, it doesn’t matter. Simply be kind if you see one, or more, and offer them a cuppa – they may have come a long way to visit with you and a hot beverage is always appreciated, even by the coolest of spectral dudes.
Psycatry has existed for as long as we’ve needed it, or since the first felis catus psycatus decided it was time to pitch in and try to save human- and other-kind from themselves. It may be a losing battle but as Dr On Mars says, If you have the tuna, I have the time. So let’s get cracking, shall we, and do a little therapeutic dance together. You never know where it may lead. (With any luck, to edible victuals).
When I was a graduate student at Pranceton, I well remember the Snarkinpiffle brothers. They were an unfortunate mix of stumbling, bumbling, cat tail stomping dunderheads with genius level IQs. I have no sympathy whatsoever for Helen – she should know by now what my sainted mother, Mrs On Mars taught me, Never work with siblings and never work without tuna crisps.
Not my cup of tea, I must say, this souffle of clone-iness. But bits and pieces do add up, over time.
Did you know that felis catus domesticus is descended from the wild cats of the Fertile Crescent in the Middle East. Yes, some of us are Egyptian, Pharaonic even, and so were our Mummies.
Did you know that dogs are being cloned nowadays? Yes, they are, friends, so why should the rest of us miss out? Personally, I kind of like the idea that there’s only one of each and every one of us, but technology is amok in the world. What do you reckon? Love and a dusting of fairy sparkles from Dr On Mars (call me last, go on).